"ROOOAAAR!!!"
With Hulk's roar, the narrow doorway was instantly torn apart.
The metal walls and door, each over half a meter thick, produced a sound so grating when ripped open that the Hydra Agents could barely stand it!
Sitwell clutched his ears painfully. Before Hulk could fully charge out, he hurriedly found somewhere safe to hide.
As for the other Hydra Agents, they lined up one after another and began trying to lure Hulk away.
Hulk finally squeezed his massive body out of the room, only for a sonic bomb to slam into his head.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had carried out countless simulated attacks against Hulk. They knew exactly what effects different weapons would have on him.
Hulk was practically immune to most forms of damage, but he still reacted to sound.
Physical attacks and elemental attacks were both terribly ineffective.
But as long as sonic weapons were used, even if they still could not kill Hulk, they could make him furious and miserable!
Boom!
Bzzzzzz~~~.
The chaotic noise exploded beside Hulk's ears, turning his already bloodshot eyes even redder!
"Roar roar roar, Hulk~~ very angry!!!"
Bang!
His huge body crashed straight into the corridor wall, shattering the poor wall instantly.
He did not follow the route the Hydra Agents had planned at all. Instead, he smashed through walls all the way and charged off to who knew where.
This was awkward...
Watching Hulk vent his destructive urges by relentlessly smashing through walls, the Hydra Agents thanked God while breathing sighs of relief.
They looked at one another...
At last, someone responsible spoke up.
"Emmmm, let's just leave it at that. The monster's out anyway!"
"That's right. We don't need to do anything else. Every time Hulk appears, he destroys things for at least a dozen hours!"
"So... we..."
"Let's go see our dear colleagues off. They really haven't had it easy these years, pretending to be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents among us!"
"That's right, hahaha, let's go!"
Just like that, the Hydras assigned to Hulk were thrilled beyond belief. They had survived!
Meanwhile, in Tony Stark's laboratory.
He was developing his armor. This time, he wanted it to be easy enough to put on while still ensuring its materials and combat power.
The discovery of the new element had given him far more energy to work with, so he could increase the armor's weight to a certain extent, which also gave him many new ideas.
In his view, his armor had to at least be able to fly from afar to his side and equip itself automatically.
The problem of automatic combat might still take some time to overcome, but automatic flight...
He thought for a moment, then ultimately shook his head.
"Automatic flight is a little difficult. I need some inspiration. If I don't require the armor to maintain a proper flight posture at first, could I make it shaped like a missile?"
The thought delighted him. It seemed he had found inspiration.
So he summoned the console and rapidly rewrote the parameters for the new armor.
Once he started working, Tony felt as though inspiration was endless. Every flick of his fingers seemed to generate a new idea.
How to fold the armor plates, how to set up infrared systems, how to correct the autonomous flight system, how to extend the armor during equipping.
His thoughts stretched on like a comet across the sky. At that moment, Tony felt better than ever!
But he had barely enjoyed himself for three minutes...
The comet instantly became a meteor and flashed past in the blink of an eye.
Believe him, it was not because he worked too fast. He had genuinely been interrupted!
He had actually heard the sound of a bomb exploding!
Boom!
Bang!
Clang clang~~~.
The sound was faint, but extremely distinctive.
Tony immediately called J.A.R.V.I.S. and had him display the bomb's location.
Moments later, Tony rushed into the armor without even wiping the grease off his hands.
In an instant, Iron Man was on the move!
The red-and-gold armor streaked through the sky, and Tony clearly saw flames rising from the Three-Winged Building.
"What the hell is going on???"
He simply could not understand it. The Three-Winged Building was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most important bases. Had it really been infiltrated just like that?
"Wasn't Captain America supposed to make a move on Purple Man tonight? So what happened?
Purple Man was that powerful? Not only did he not lose, he even counterattacked S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Tony guessed as he flew toward the Three-Winged Building.
During the flight, he ordered J.A.R.V.I.S. to crack S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal communications.
A moment later, the captain's voice finally reached Tony's ears...
He had to admit that no matter how merciless his mouth was, Captain Rogers was still the person he respected most.
That much was obvious from the fact that Rogers was the first person whose comms he connected to.
Through the earpiece, Tony heard chaotic yet continuous gunfire, the thuds of fists striking flesh, and muffled groans from a group of men and several women...
This felt...
"Ahem, Steve, what happened? Why were there explosions at the Three-Winged Building?"
"Fuck!"
Rogers jumped at the sudden voice in his ear, then immediately realized what was happening.
"Is that Tony? Damn it, Hydra is hiding within S.H.I.E.L.D. We need support!"
"Hm? Did you just swear? Captains swear too?"
"Now isn't the time to talk about that, Tony!"
Captain America sounded exceptionally helpless. As he shouted, he viciously slammed the Hydra Agent before him to the ground with his shield.
After following up with two punches to the face, Captain America found time to call out to Tony.
"You have the advantage of aerial vision. How about supporting wherever you think needs it most?"
"No problem, but are you sure I don't need to support you first, Captain?"
"I can still keep the situation under control, but I don't know what's happening at the Three-Winged Building. Maybe..."
"Wait, I know where I'm needed most. Damn it, Hulk is out!!!"
Tony directly cut Captain America off, and the communication immediately went dead.
It was not that Tony could not keep communicating during battle, but rather...
He had guessed that Hulk was definitely going to beat him senseless.
He did not want anyone hearing him scream in agony!!!
After learning that Hulk had appeared, the anxiety on Captain America's face was indescribable.
He suddenly flung out the shield in his hand. The ordinary round shield struck an enemy, ricocheted at high speed, and knocked down three more!
"Barton, Melinda, I'll leave this place to you. I need to hurry downstairs and take a look.
Also, end the fight as soon as possible. The Three-Winged Building needs support!"
"Don't worry, Captain!"
Barton waved in understanding while driving an arrow through an enemy agent.
Seeing that, Captain America still ran toward the window with some unease. He raised his shield first, then leaped out through the window.
Thud!
He landed easily. A four-story drop was child's play to him.
But when he saw the miserable scene outside the apartment building, he only regretted bringing so many people on the mission.
If there had not been over a hundred agents on site, why would they have needed to fight for so long!
More importantly, as a newcomer who had only been involved in S.H.I.E.L.D. affairs for less than a week, he could not even tell which of the two groups downstairs was Hydra!
Fortunately, he quickly spotted Coulson, someone he knew very well.
So, under a hail of bullets, he rushed rapidly to Coulson's side.
When Coulson, who had been constantly dodging suppressive fire, saw Captain America...
Captain America seemed to see love in Coulson's eyes...
Coulson grabbed Captain America's hand.
"Captain Rogers, I'm sorry S.H.I.E.L.D. has run into such a huge problem."
"Seventy years ago, I was fighting Hydra. I never expected that seventy years later, I'd still be fighting Hydra. What exactly has S.H.I.E.L.D. been doing for the past seventy years? Where is Nick Fury?
Why haven't any orders come down? Could he be part of Hydra too? Doesn't he understand that we can only have a chance of surviving this disaster if we gather every force that does not belong to Hydra!"
Captain America's words were deafening, but that was precisely what Coulson could not understand either.
He fiercely wiped the sweat from his scalp and forehead before asking along with him.
"Exactly. Where is the Director? What is he doing that has left us no choice but to fight separately!!!"
On the moon, in the Skrull refugee camp, Nick Fury stared grimly at Talos.
Just five minutes ago, this damned old friend had effectively placed him under house arrest!
And at that very moment, Talos was still endlessly explaining himself to Nick Fury.
"Nick, I'm sorry your organization has such a terrible problem. Who could have guessed that Hydra was hiding among you?"
As he spoke, Talos filled Nick Fury's glass.
Nick took the glass and drained it in one gulp, then spoke coldly to Talos.
"That's right, I failed in my duties as Director, but I still have a chance to make up for it!
S.H.I.E.L.D. still has countless agents loyal to their jobs. They will be my greatest support, as long as I can get my orders to them in time!"
At that, Nick slammed his palm fiercely against the table made of an unknown metal.
"Talos, connect me to the satellite signal. You know I need it!"
"But I really can't, Nick. This is the moon. No signal can reach here. I'm sorry."
"Then how did you receive all my previous signals? And what are these videos we're watching from your people's perspective?!!"
"That's a different method. It only works with fixed signal receivers. You understand what fixed means, right? It has to be arranged beforehand, prepared in advance!"
Hearing Talos evade the issue, Nick was furious.
But he ultimately did not dare pull out his gun and shoot the bastard, because he still needed Talos's help!
He thought helplessly for a moment, reached for the liquor, and refilled both his own glass and Talos's.
Then he raised his glass and clinked it against Talos's.
"We've been friends for over thirty years, Talos. I cherish this friendship!"
"I cherish it too. That's why I'm even more worried about your safety than you are.
Don't worry, Nick. No one can hurt you while you're on the moon. Trust me!"
"But you know that isn't what I fucking want!!!"
Nick Fury finally lost control. The man he considered his best friend, one of only two friends he had, had betrayed him!
"Talos, for the sake of the thirty years we've known each other, send me back to Earth!"
Nick Fury made one final plea to Talos.
"Think of Carol. Think of that orange cat Flerken. Think of the days we fought together, Talos. Think carefully!"
At that, Talos's expression could not help darkening slightly.
That was right, Carol, Captain Marvel, Supreme Nova!
She truly was a huge problem...
So, faced with the choice between Captain Marvel and Superman, which one should he choose?
Click...
The door opened, and the two men deep in thought immediately looked toward it.
A Skrull escorted the bound Agent Hill inside, his face grim.
"Chief, this human tried to steal our ship!"
Whoosh!!!
Talos made his decision in an instant. He had figured it out.
He waved a hand at his people.
"Lock the two of them up separately in our storage hold!"
After giving the order, Talos ignored Nick Fury's terrifyingly dark expression and gave Nick one final statement.
"Nick, we are indeed friends, but they are my people. Humans on Earth will not allow them to return alive, and I will never allow them to die like this!"
"So you're abandoning the friendship of the entire Earth for those two people, Talos!!!"
Nick's roar nearly blew the ceiling off, but Talos's expression did not change in the slightest.
He smiled as usual and said,
"They are the finest two among my only one hundred and thirty-three people!
Besides, you and your shattered S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot truly represent Earth!"
After fifteen days of going in naked, this book had finally made it onto the recommendation slot Brother Languang arranged according to the normal schedule. Thank you to my editor, Brother Languang. He saved the best recommendation slot for me. Much love!
But he also scolded me because I was updating too quickly, which did not suit my current promotional period.
But what else could I do? I couldn't exactly let my dear readers be unhappy, could I?
So the schedule of two updates a day would remain unchanged. Each chapter would still be at least 3,000 to 3,500 words—4,000 when I went a little crazy.
Doing this would indeed add a lot more free content to the book, and I'd earn a little less money.
But this was Ban Si's first book, and you were Ban Si's first batch of readers. You deserved Ban Si's special treatment!
Also, one last plea for votes, everyone. Starting this weekend, Ban Si would be entering the recommendation period.
Every one of your follow-up reads and every vote would determine what kind of recommendation slot Ban Si could get next week.
Without a good recommendation slot, Ban Si would be doomed to never support himself. I hoped everyone could help Ban Si afford a full meal.
And Ban Si, whether he had eaten his fill or not, would give everyone satisfying plot and content.
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